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With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
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Children Dark Spring
In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.
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Afar Emotion Soil
Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.
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Love Spring Summer
Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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Fire Ignorance Learning
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
I know I am–that simplest bliss The millions of my brothers miss. I know the fortune to be born, Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.
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Bliss Brother Missing
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
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Art Desire Success
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Jewelry Tangible Taste
It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one’s own.
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Different Firsts People
Departed suns their trails of splendor drew Across departed summers: whispers came From voices, long ago resolved again Into the primeval Silence, and we twain, Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same, As in a spectral mirror wandered there.
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Mirror Mirrors Self Summer Wander
Who thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And yet, a shore Has set behind us, and will rise before: A past foretells a future.
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Hope Night Past
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
Although Damascus is considered the oldest city in the world, the date of its foundation going beyond tradition, there are very few relics of antiquity in or near it.
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Cities Foundation World
The nearest approach I have ever seen to the symmetry of ancient sculpture was among the Arab tribes of Ethiopia. Our Saxon race can supply the athlete, but not the Apollo.
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Apollo Athlete Race
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Childhood Children Dream
We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?
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Ocean Running Space
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Atmosphere Country World
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows – the south and east oriels – are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.
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Beautiful Flower Scotland
So far as female beauty is concerned, the Circassian women have no superiors. They have preserved in their mountain home the purity of the Grecian models, and still display the perfect physical loveliness, whose type has descended to us in the Venus de Medici.
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Home Mountain Perfect

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